MY HEART HURTS

I love him so much. He was the first man I fell in love with. Holding his hand yesterday, and kissing his head, I was flooded , again, with so many memories from my childhood and what a wonderful father he has been to me.  Never in my life have I actually witnessed someone with a will like his.  He has never given up. He has fought against every evil that has tried to take over his life and his body.  I admire everything about him. He is absolutely precious to me. I don't even have any really good writing in me; my eyes keep leaking, my heart keeps hurting.